Children... on their way
Travelling... lands of Snow
They are... on a mission

Five... so they say
Exposure... long ago
Causing... purple visions

Consumed by innocence (?)
When clouds of the lords collide, I did collapse too...
Swarms of (f)lies, enter our void
Rearranging every kind of humanoid
There is no one to recreate our lost minds
Petrified eyes, perceiving nothing, no one find